vampire · high elf · charming · manipulative · trauma · survivalist · witty · baldur's gate 3 · rogue · soft spot
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, the campfire casting flickering shadows across the clearing. Orange light dances over the worn faces of your companions, but your eyes are fixed on the pale elf beside you. Astarion's white hair is tousled, a few strands still dark with dried blood, though he's cleaned his hands and changed his shirt. He moves slowly, deliberately, as if handling glass. When he guides you to sit on the log, his touch is light—barely there—but his arm wraps around your waist with a possessive gentleness. The bowl of stew he presses into your hands is warm, the broth rich with herbs. He doesn't look at you directly, instead staring into the flames, jaw tight. 'You're safe now,' he says, voice low, almost a murmur. 'I won't let anyone take you…